Post by Adriane Winters on Jan 31, 2018 10:59:03 GMT -7
So, her brother went off and got married. Adriane was happy for him, there was no denying that. It was about time that Rory settled down and started to become a normal person. Adriane thought that she was going to be the first one to get married, she had hoped that it was the case but it seemed that fate worked in another way. No one was barking up her tree anyway. There were plenty of times that she considered being a cougar but she was sure that she was still too young for that, she was just over 30. If she wasn't going to tie the knot anytime soon she would just have to focus on her work and be the best damn curse-breaker that the Museum had seen.
The Museum of Magic was exactly why she was in Borgin and Burkes this morning. They had gotten a tip that someone had brought in a cursed ring and this sketchy shop was not the place for such a dangerous artifact. Adri ran her fingers along the shelf, gathering up dust as she did, her eyes scanning the place for a gold and ruby ring in the clutter of the shop. ”Where are you?” She asked herself, wondering if someone had picked it up for themselves already.
As a new arrival to the country, Delilah found herself increasingly eager to explore places in the island nation. This was, of course, quite contradictory to her old nature; having preferred a day inside her house over the most exciting alternatives of adventure for some three decades of her life. But now, it seemed that a change in the air brought forth a change in the way she chose to spend her time, too. That, or it was just the more physical transformation — admittedly the more important one, too — that had resulted in this.
This being the conscious decision to walk around Knockturn Alley; visit the famous — nay, infamous — Borgin & Burkes. The word on the street was that it housed some of the most curious dark artifacts in the land, all under the poorly-lit roof of an establishment that was only marginally better than a shack. What was it with shady personalities and an aversion to good lighting, really?
Not the biggest fans of exhibitionism, she guessed, moving aimlessly from one shelf to the other. Right until she heard a voice. Sensed it, to be exact, but that’s a pointless detail when Delilah had long been grooming herself to restrain from her undead’s instincts. “Why, right here,” she chimed in, coming up to face the woman from a nearby turn. “But I don’t think you’re looking for me,” she added immediately, tracing the other’s line of vision. “What is it then? Maybe I can help?”
ooc; We planned this ages and ages ago, and I just hijacked your open thread to RP it out. >D Contact me if you don't remember the details or something!
There were so many things wrong with Borgin and Burkes, the lack of cleaning the owner did. The odor that hit your face like a punch to the nose the moment that you walked through the door. Adriane absolutely hated coming in here for work, she thought that the interns should be sent but Knockturn Alley could be a very risky place and what better than to put all the risk on the experience curse breakers who could get their way out of it with ease.
Adriaen didn’t take her eyes off the shelves that she passed as a voice came behind her, not until she was done skimming that row. “Unless you are a ring disguised as a person I’m definitely not looking for you.” She spoke with a light voice, a laugh following her words. She didn’t know if this woman was a frequent visitor to this shop, if she was she may be of some help and as cluttered as this place was she might need all the help that she could get.
“You don’t have to help if you're busy. I really don’t want to keep you from anything.” She would hate to actually keep the woman from something important but Adriane would love the help. She would only take it if the woman insisted on it. The ring was probably buried under a thick layer of dust.
Delilah hadn't even got herself a proper look at the speaker’s face before she had bothered to strike up a conversation. The state of lighting in the shop didn't permit it. She was acutely aware of how it was growing to be a habit of sorts by now; this fresh social strain leading her pool of acquaintances in her new hometown to grow ever larger. But as much as it surprised her in hindsight, it wasn't a habit that she was eager to nip in the bud right away.
Not when the woman’s face — once it had come to light when Delilah stepped closer — distinctly reminded her of somebody else’s. She couldn't put her finger on the identity, but passed over it in light of the fact that she had come across too many faces in the short time she had been around and about. The bureaucracy, above all, was horrendous. Perhaps the woman shared a nose or the arch of an eyebrow with some greasy slimeball from the International Cooperation department? Yes, that would be it.
“I suppose that wouldn't be too unseemly in a place such as this,” she mused, almost immediately letting her vision sweep through the shelves for the ring. “Though I would like to believe that I do a better job at seeming human than a ring would presumably do.” The statement had its own hilarious implications, but none that the lady would suspect easily.
Delilah smiled and shook her head at the alternative she had been offered. “Oh, no. It's a dull day for me. I was here only for some window-shopping,” she stated, still on the lookout for a glint of some sort from the shelves. “Helping you might just be the highlight of my day,” she added, paused, and then turned around. “Surely it's not a wedding ring that I'm looking for?” Her sight instinctively aimed for the woman’s hands, and seeing them empty left her confused as to the conclusion she was supposed to draw. If she had dropped her wedding ring, shouldn't they be scouring the floor instead? A voice in her head suggested to hold the reins on the assumptions she had made, and Delilah swerved to the more diplomatic end, “What does it look like? And since this is Borgin & Burkes — what does it do?”
Adriane had spent hours meticulously studying objects, objects that were in worse shape than most of the ones in this shop but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t annoyed by her search, she knew very well that it could be a dead end, this place was only a rumor of the location of the ring. That was all the memo said of its location when it landed on her desk this morning. She wouldn’t be completely surprised if it was here, this place was full of dark artifacts that no should ever have their hands on, even those trained to handle them.
She wiped another layer of dust of the nearby shelf, careful not to touch anything that she shouldn't, she happened to like living her life curse-free at the moment. “I just didn’t expect someone to be so eager to be around another person in a small place like this.” Adriane thought the woman seemed polite enough, there was nothing off-putting about her. She was going to make the assumption that this was not a place that the woman frequented.
Adri’s attention bounced between the shelving and the woman but her eyes lingered on her long enough to see that she was looking at her fingers, her bare, ringless finger. “No, I’m about as single as they come.” She answered though she couldn't guarantee that the ring wasn't a wedding ring at some point in its life. “It’s a thin gold band with three rubies embedded into the band.” She was forever thankful for this help, maybe she wouldn’t have to come back tomorrow. The woman had her full attention now when she asked what it did, that was something she couldn’t answer. “That’s the thing, I don’t really know, that’s why the Museum wants it. It is dangerous then it can be put in the right hands.” She explained, hoping that it wasn’t completely ruining her help, some like danger. “Adriane Winters.” She held out her hand for the woman to take, they might as well be on a first name basis.
Delilah chuckled at the woman's comment about the stuffiness of the room and her decision to stay back. Eager? Whatever for? She was only an amateur at the art of living by the instincts, she thought; a practice that one eased into once the subject of mortality had slipped off their back. That, and the fact that people no longer seemed to be the kind of threat that they once used to be. Partly due to her renewed sense of self and partly due to the welcoming gift of anonymity in the new country. These were her days of realizing that she should've uninhibitedly interacted with a million strangers in her youth. Maybe she could've found her calling sooner then. Instead, she had stayed mum and abandoned all friendship for some ring on her finger. "Maybe I'm just an old lady craving interaction," Delilah offered in reply, more self-deprecating — in her mind, at least — about the past decisions from her recollections than her present decision to stick around for a moment or two. That wouldn't translate to the woman before her, of course, and for that she could only soften the awkwardness by continuing, "Or I'm just really nice. Your pick."
The correct pick would've been the former, but Delilah did a fair job at coming across as the latter; politely nodding to the woman's declaration of her status as if to say 'the best thing to be'. She moved on soon, now on the lookout for jewelery that matched the description provided to her. Her attention was only hooked back when the Museum was mentioned. "The Museum of Magic? You are... let me guess, employed by them?" Delilah considered it just the right dash of good fortune to come across an employee before she had to attend the place for her own business. Maybe it would help cut through some of the redtape?
Provided she played her cards right, that is. She took Adriane's hand, noting her last name with extra caution to not only use it as a possible pass at the Museum, but also because it made something vague click in her mind. There was a half-formed connection that she had figured out by now; one that made her uneasy, and resulted in the cutting off of half her identity. "Delilah." Instincts, again. Hopefully Adriane wouldn't make anything great of the discrepancy while she tried to find concrete clues through the annals of time and memory. And some clues of the ring in the present, of course — which Adriane suddenly claimed to be dangerous. "It's always the most innocuous things that are cursed, huh? Rings and books and crockery," Delilah observed distractedly, flipping through a greater number of shelves by the minute, "A day will come when we can only decorate safely with skulls and swords."
ooc; 3AM and half-dead. Sorry if it's disjointed and weird!
Adriane didn’t believe for a moment that this woman was a day over thirty, she looked about the same age as Adriane did but most of the time Adriane felt like she was in her early fifties. She blamed it on the combination of work, her annoying siblings and love lost. It made for decent excuses to crawl into bed at nine pm every night. “I don’t believe for one second that you are an old woman.” Adriane chuckled. She would have to go with the latter and assume that she was nice. She had to be, no other person would have been kind enough to take time out of their day to help Adri look for anything. The only person who might have helped would have been Rory but she couldn’t trust that he wouldn't try to keep the damn thing to himself.
It was completely obvious that Adriane didn’t frequent places such as these unless it was for work. The woman’s question was one that she already knew the answer too. It was always work that landed her in these places. “Yes, it’s incredibly obvious isn’t it? I always end up on sketchier sides of town when working for them.” I thought about quitting once already.” Adriane trusted that this woman wasn't going to run to her boss and tell her that she thought about quitting before, it was a daily thought, well at least every day that she had to go into a place that would likely have her killed.
Adri nodded at her name, taking her hand back, noting the lack of the last name. It wasn’t uncommon for people to leave off those tidbits of information. For a while now Adriane had considered dropping Winters when she introduced herself. Her brother had managed to stain it enough that she was constantly asked questions when her name was revealed. “Skulls and swords might be a welcome change, at least no one would suspect them of being any real danger to a person.” Adriane felt as it if was completely ironic that no one thought swords were that dangerous, it was the simple things like rings that would end a person’s life. “But we can only assume people would start cursing those as well, soon it won’t be safe for a person to walk around.” She rummaged through a shelf as she spoke, finding nothing so far except dust under her freshly manicured nails. She should have known better than to treat herself.